Shame coursed through Becky.
She could barely think about the blonde woman beside her, much less meet her eyes. Becky's face smelled headily of cuntjuices, and she was sure the other wife's did the same. They had both became caught up in the pussy-licking that their husbands made them do, but knowing she wasn't responsible was little relief when she remembered her body going wild. Never had sex had such an effect on her, and Becky was sure that it wasn't good. After all, it was by denying sex that she had always managed to control Jim and she didn't want to give up that power.
But somehow power had already been ripped from her. Jim was no longer under her control. He and the other two husbands, Bill and Tom, had gone crazy as demented madmen and were working their lust out on their wives.
Lunch had been another bowl of oatmeal and a glass of water, and Becky had tried to complain.
When she had refused to eat it, Jim had poured the lumpy concoction over her naked body, and now she reeked of the stuff as it began to dry and make her body itch.
They were locked into the damps, flat on their asses on the padding of the platform. Their backs were against the rough pine with their hands pinned above their heads.
Their husbands had just come back into the room, anxious for more fun and games.
Each of them carried a leather dog collar and a short length of small-linked chain.
All three of the wives were unshackled from the wall and forced down onto hands and knees. The collars were buckled around their necks and the chains snapped into place.
"Now," Bill said, tugging sharply at the leash connected to Joy, "all of you women have acted like bitches since we married you, so now we're going to teach you how to act. A bitch is a female dog, you know, and if that's what you want to be, it's fine with us. But just like any other dog, you're going to learn to obey."
When Jim jerked on her leash, Becky whined, but stopped it abruptly when she realized it her sound like a real dog.
Each of the men had collared his own wife and now controlled her with the chain. All of them also picked up the dreaded riding crops.
Again, Jim jerked on Becky's chain. "We thought you might be ready for a piss and dogs do it outside. We don't want any more of this pissing in the cabin, dirtying up the floor."
They had noticed. Becky's face turned beet red. Even her tits, now hanging toward the floor, flushed lividly from the shame that she felt. There was still enough guilt from having been excited by the dirty act that it made her feel filthy and debased just to be reminded about it in such a crude way.
Soon, being filthy wasn't just a sensation. Even the floor of the cabin was dusty, and the wives had to make their way across it on hands and knees. Sharp splinters poked up from the rough wood, scratching at their skin and flesh, but the pressure on the leashes never let up until they were outside.
Becky groaned because of small pebbles digging into her hands and knees. Her weight was her own enemy as she played the role of a dog out in the woods. Even when they led her onto the brown grass still clinging to memories of summer, the blades were brittle and sharp and cut along with the needles from the pines.
"Now I want all three of you to take a piss," Bill said, jerking at Joy's leash to emphasize his demand.
When Becky tried to push to her feet to hunker down, Jim yanked her completely down on her ass.
"Bitch dogs don't stand up and bend over to take a piss!" Jim screamed. "They stay on all fours and squat down their ass!"
"Don't, Jim!" Becky cried, tears coming to her eyes. "Please let us go over there behind the bushes to pee, because it makes us feel bad for you to watch."
Her husband laughed sadistically.
"Bitch dogs don't give a shit if anybody's watching," he snorted, jerking on her chain until she was back on hands and knees. "They just squat down anywhere, just like you're going to do."
Becky was mortified. Her bladder was stretched and aching, and she knew she would soon have to pin. Try as she would, she would never make it through their lesson without giving the men what they wanted.
Once again she appealed to her husband, but he just laughed at her. The side of his foot kicked her squarely in the ass, almost sending her nose-first into the pound.
"I-I can't help it," Joy groaned.
Becky turned to watch.
The young blonde woman was at the end of the short leash on hands and knees in the dying pass. Her stomach was arched in pain as her bladder threatened to explode. No matter who was watching, Joy was going to have to take a piss.
Becky's mouth fell open as she watched. The blonde's creamy thighs spread and her cunt dipped toward the ground. Her ass hunkered downward, driving her crotch closer to the grass. Then suddenly a blast of piss streamed out and splashed between her legs.
"Goddamn, she's doing it!" Tom hissed. He jerked on Wanda's leash. "You better piss for me, too! I want to hear and see it splashing on the ground!"
Wanda moaned and parted her thighs. Quickly, she, too, was sending a stream of steaming yellow liquid rocketing toward the ground.
Becky couldn't stand it! Both the sight and the sound of the other wives pissing caused her own bladder to ache.
Without thinking, she spread her legs and shoved her pussy toward the grass and let her bladder explode. Hot piss splattered off the ground beneath her and splashed up to cover her belly and the insides of her legs. The heat where it touched her almost drove her wild, and she could see that the other women were also panting and gasping for breath. It was just like the night before when the three of them had pissed on the floor, and now Becky realized that Joy and Wanda had been excited as she had been. If only the awful men weren't standing over them, the wives could enjoy their lusty piss.
The men were as excited as the women. It was almost too much to believe. The wives were debasing themselves, pissing on the ground and themselves, and the men hadn't even had to use the crops.
Bill, in particular, was a bit disappointed that he hadn't had, an excuse to lash his wife's little ass, but then he decided the only reason he needed was wanting to hear the loud, painful smack.
He swung, landing a blow with the riding crop across Joy's asscheeks.
The blonde wailed and her piss stream grew stronger as if the pain was pushing it from her body. The other two men quickly got the idea. Like lightning strikes, blows rained down on the tortured asses of the pissing young women, and they wailed like beaten dogs.
All six of them were out of breath by the time it was through.
Becky had sat back on her heels.
Three hard cocks now jutted out from the men's bodies from the excitement of the combined pain and piss.
It was Tom who had the idea first. His thick cock was in his fist. Slowly he was jacking off as he watched the pissing women, then he realized that he needed to piss himself. Wanda's legs and belly were covered by steaming yellow liquid that had poured from her cunt, it seemed only right that the rest of her had a piss-bath, and Tom was more than willing to oblige.
He turned, aiming his cock at the hunkering form of his lusty wife, Wanda. At first it hurt from the pressure of his hard-on, but finally piss began to flow. A golden stream of hot piss poured from the end of his cock and splashed down onto his wife.
Piss struck her in the side of her face and, startled, she turned. Her eyes looked right into Tom's pissing cock and caught, the stream full in the nose.
Bill watched, then he quickly had his own prick squirting piss. It poured down onto the back of his blonde wife, Joy, and covered from her shoulders to her ass.
Jim was close behind, turning his own piss cock onto Becky. As she sat in her own piss, she caught the full force of Jim's stream on her tits.
Becky gasped and wished she hadn't. Her mouth was open when Jim had aimed his pulsing cock at her face. Steaming yellow liquid poured in over her teeth and washed saltily over her tongue. She gulped unwillingly, sucking much of his piss down her throat. Her eyes clenched a split-second before Jim walked his piss-stream up and down her face.
All three men were laughing furiously as their wives squirmed, then rolled around on the ground in the boiling piss. Their husbands' piss now stained their bodies and each of them felt humiliated as their flesh churned the dirt into mud. No longer were any of the three women coherent, covered completely by hot piss, dirt and shame.
Clean-up was brutal. The men used the hose in the cool mountain air, and the cold water flowed harshly across the flesh of the three naked wives.
First one, then another, was soaked head to toe, then they scrubbed each other with a bar of soap thrown to the ground by the men. Then they were led back inside, still connected to the chains, where Joy was again clamped to the wall. Becky and Wanda remained on hands and knees, heeling beside their masters in the center of the padded, raised platform.
"You two didn't get much of a chance to get to know each other," Bill said as he retook his seat on the stool. "That wasn't fair. Boys, why don't you let your two bitches get acquainted." The other two men laughed and slackened the chains, using their feet to shove the two naked wives toward each other.
Becky looked up puzzled at her husband, then over at Bill. She had no idea what they expected. "Don't you know anything?" Bill derided her and Wanda. "You just stand there like two piles of shit! Haven't you ever seen two dogs when they meet? The first thing that always happens is that they smell each other's assholes. They stick their noses right into those shitters and take as many whiffs as they can!"
Surely not! Becky almost cried. Hadn't their torture been enough? She already had trouble looking Joy in the eye from their forced bout of pussy licking and now they were insisting that she poke her nose into Wanda's ass.
But the riding crop removed any doubt about whether she would have to do as they said. It came crashing down on her hips, searing her skin with a scarlet line. As she turned, trying to keep her bare hips away from the whip, her ass lined up with the frightened brunette's head. Becky heard a loud smack somewhere behind her as Tom brutally lashed Wanda's naked flesh. Then something was being forced right between Becky's asscheeks and the warm nose of the other wife bumped rudely into her shithole.
"Oh!" Becky gasped.
She felt Wanda's soft face slowly part her asscheeks. Wanda's nose pushed at the wrinkled brown bud of Becky's shitter. Even up the length of her naked body, Becky could hear Wanda sniff as she took in the heady smell of Becky's warm little ass. The touch was so unusual it made the redhead tremble, and tingles rippled through her fiery-haired pussy until her cunt was slick and wet.
Then it was her turn — of that the riding crop left no doubt. It whacked down onto her back, then tortured the side of her body and her tits.
The collar was jerked, leaving a harsh red line around her neck, and the two wives were turned around so Becky could nuzzle her nose up to the darker girl's smelly ass.
Wanda spread her legs, parting her asscheeks so Becky's face could smother inside. At the sight, her stomach gripped and she yipped a stifled cry. Never had she even thought about licking assholes, much less considered getting so close. It was almost frightening as she was forced into it and tension gripped her throat. But, somewhere deep down inside, there was also fascination, although Becky couldn't have recognized it as that.
Wanda's asshole looked almost like a little wrinkled eye staring out at Becky. Skin darker than the rest of her flesh surrounded it and it reminded Becky of a volcano on an island. Wrinkles arrowed toward the center where the mouth of Wanda's shithole was slightly raised and it was puckered there like a rosebud just waiting to be kissed.
But that was as much as Becky saw. A rough hand came down on the back of her head and forced her face into the other woman's ass. The tip of her nose burrowed right into Wanda's asshole, and she sucked air through her nostrils trying to catch her breath.
A heavy musky smell swarmed through her nose and, for a second, she was confused. Then she realized that it was asshole that she was smelling, just like a filthy dog on the street.
"Lick that fucking asshole just like the dogs do!" her husband growled, pulling her head back by her hair to give her tongue room to work.
How could Jim expect her to do that?
The riding crop whacked down painfully on her exposed ass and Jim shoved her face back into the shitter of the other wife. Another couple of lashes with the torturous, slender rod and her questions vanished. Becky was ready to lick shit.
Her tongue stroked along Wanda's ass-crease, focusing in on her shithole. Her tongue curled and poked at the wrinkled little mouth. Pushing, Becky parted the tight circled muscles and licked Wanda's assflesh.
Wanda groaned. Never had she felt such a wild sensation. It wasn't at all like the painful stretching of her shithole caused earlier by her husband's cock. Each time Becky's tongue jammed up her asshole, a bolt of pleasure shot clear into Wanda's guts.
Becky licked, swirling the tip of her tongue all around Wanda's wrinkled, little ass-bud. Then again she attacked it in the middle where it parted reluctantly to let her tongue inside. A heady taste, not at all unpleasant, began spreading over Becky's slippery tongue, and she had to move her head slightly to keep up with the weaving of Wanda's excited ass.
"Oh, man, look at that!" Jim hissed as his wife tongued female asshole. "She's fucking good at it and she's turning the other bitch on!"
Wanda moaned. The side of her face slammed down onto the padding. Her hands splayed outward, bringing her shoulders almost to the floor. Her pussy was dripping cuntjuices, and she no longer cared where she was. The only thing that existed for her was the pleasure in her ass.
"Shit, if she's gonna be good at it, I want my asshole licked!" Tom exclaimed, shoving the end of his wife's leash into Jim's hand.
He kicked his wife, Wanda, over on the platform then fell to his knees in her place. Putting his head down firmly on the padding, he reached both hands back and spread his asscheeks right in front of Becky's face.
She gasped, then whimpered. Her pussy was also dripping wet and the tender little asshole she had been licking was suddenly taken away. In its place was the hairy asscheeks of one of the men, heavy balls hanging down where a cunthole had been. The smell of the new asshole was headier, unwashed since his last shit. Slowly her nose closed in, sniffing as it went.
"Lick that fucking shithole, bitch!" Tom snarled. "Mouthfuck it like you want to run your tongue clear up in my guts!"
Her tongue reached out. Tom's large, dark asshole puckered outward as if to meet her with a kiss. She licked over it, feeling the wrinkles with her tongue.
"Oh, yeah, you asshole-eating cunt!" Tom hissed as he felt the knife blades of pleasure begin slicing through his guts. "Tonguefuck my shithole!"
Becky's tongue curled and she probed at his puckered asshole. Again, his shitter seemed to reach out for her as if he was trying to take a shit. By forcing as hard as she could, she managed to drive her tongue inside, the tip reaching almost an inch up the dark channel of his guts.
"Let's all get involved," Bill said, falling to his knees from the stool.
He scooted up behind Becky's naked asscheeks which were bobbing and weaving in the air. He told Jim to lock Wanda back up on the wall, then he sharply slapped Becky's asscheeks with the palm of one hand.
Her own ass stung as she pumped her wet tongue into Tom's shithole. A musky taste filled her mouth, swirling around in her spit. Still she tonguefucked Tom's dirty asshole that was shoved into her face, pistoning back and forth like her tongue was a small cock.
"I've been wanting me some virgin ass to cornhole," Bill said, rubbing his hands around Becky's hips. He used his hands to force her knees apart, then poked a finger into her sitter. "Now I'm going to fuck this little shithole until the damn thing bleeds!"
He rammed his cock clear up Becky's cunt, using her juices to grease down his fuckpole so he could cram it into her ass. After a couple of long, hard fuck-strokes, he was satisfied. He dragged his throbbing prick-rod out, lining his glistening cockhead up with her small asshole. His hands braced, her, then he pushed with his hips and, as he watched, her tiny brown assring gave way and the end of his prick forced into her ass.
"Aaeeiii!" Becky screamed, her tongue popping out of Tom's shitter.
Her asshole felt like it was being torn apart by Bill's cock that was being forced inside.
"Tonguefuck his asshole, bitch!" her husband screamed at her.
He had locked Wanda to the wall and was now back standing over his wife. His arm curled upward, then slashed down with the crop, canting a thin, angry whip line across the width of her back.
Becky's mouth dove back to Tom's asshole. The hair around his asshole was matted down with her spit. Tom wiggled his asshole back into her face until her tongue was once again poking into his guts.
Bill's massive prick was wedged all the way up her ass and she felt as if her guts were being forced rudely apart. Her asshole was spread so wide she felt like her shiner was trying to scream but, instead, it was swallowing cockmeat clear down to Bill's balls.
"It's like a Goddamn vise is squeezing my prick!" Bill exclaimed, slowly dragging his cockshaft out of her asshole, feeling the tight ring of shitter muscles riding his prick like a tight metal ring. "Look here, Jim! Get up close and watch a cock cornholing your wife's ass!"
Becky felt Jim drop to his knees and lean close, and she knew that her husband was watching her asshole being fucked from just a couple of inches away.
Against the wall, the other two women would also be looking up, watching her tonguefuck one shithole while her own cornholed ass was being reamed.
"Ummmph!" she groaned.
Bill ground his cock back into her ass. It was like a fence post was reaming her guts. Slowly his cornholing prick gathered steam until it was fucking her shithole almost too fast to believe. At her mouth, Tom's asshole was fluttering around her tongue as he reached under and jerked on his cock.
"Here it comes, bitch!" Bill, snarled and jammed his cock all the way into her guts.
Warm liquid splashed out in her asshole, mixing with her shit. But if she thought the ordeal was over, she was sadly surprised. No sooner had Bill's cock slipped from her ass than Jim rammed his cock inside.
And soon she was tonguefucking Bill's asshole as Tom waited for his turn to cornhole the tortured girl. After filling her shithole with his cum, Jim was standing by to have his ass licked. She thought she would die when Tom forced his horse cock into her ass, but the other two men's pricks had stretched her asshole and greased her down with sticky cum. By then, Becky was beaten and wanted to cry, but the men still took turns for more than an hour ass fucking her and shoving assholes in her face.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"I've poured my heart and soul into creating content that I truly believe you guys will love, and now I'm inviting you to join me on my journey. By supporting me on Patreon, you're not only helping me to continue, you're also becoming an important part of my creation."
support me on patreon:
patreon.com/solohunt1🙏
WATCH DEMON SLAYER INFINITY CASTLE ARC HERE(HD QUALITY)🔥🔥🔥
And much more exclusive contents 💦😉
Early access to newer chapters 💕⬇️